So I tell her about Garcia, the full story, which includes the fact he’s the one who attacked me in my patrol unit. The only thing I leave out is the fact that we killed his whole family. Instead, I tell her there was some fighting between clubs and that there were casualties.
I end by explaining the situation with his ex, Juliet, and how she’s helping us because he abused her. She wants him to pay for said abuse. And that she gathered some information, and I need to meet her at the clubhouse and go over it all.
“Wow,” Millie exhales. “I mean, not just wow, butwow.”
I agree.
Wowis right.
“Go and save this girl,” she murmurs.
I cup her cheek as I shift my face closer to hers, then touch my lips to hers. “It’s not about her. It’s about you. Keeping you safe. Protecting you.”
She lifts her own hand, her nails gliding along my jaw before she leans forward, and I feel her lips touch mine. She exhales against my mouth, a soft moan escaping her lips before she speaks.
“It’s about you being safe, too, Axton. I can’t live without you.”
I grunt. But then she continues. And when she does, my heart squeezes. “I love you.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
PIGGY
As I walkinto the clubhouse, I glance down at my phone and see that Scar has messaged me. He’s at Millie’s place with Heidi. All is well, and tonight they’ll be coming back here because the girls have a day off tomorrow.
Thank fuck.
I am more than ready for Millie to have a day off, and then it’ll be my turn to go back to work. We need to figure out a schedule that works, because I know this won’t last the way it is. She works too many days, and with me being on light desk duty for fuck knows how long, I’m going to be working five eight-hour days a week instead of my usual three to four twelve-hour days. Which means I’ll basically have one day with her, and that shit does not work with me or for me, and I know it won’t for her, either.
“You good?” Bullet asks as soon as I send a response to Scar, thanking him for being there. He’s standing near the hallway’s entrance with a laptop in his hand.
“Yeah,” I grunt. “Not liking this whole fucking light-duty thing and the schedule it leaves for availability to spend with Millie. Bennet has her fuckingworking.”
“Bennet,” he grunts.
No doubt he’s been fully briefed on the situation by Ivy. And he probably knows more than I do, which I’m perfectly fine with. I don’t want to know anything at all. The less I know about it, the better. All I did was offer the suggestion that Ivy look at the contract.
I sat in the meet with Lorenzo, but the only thing I did was buy Bennet a little more time breathing on this earth. I almost ask about the situation, but decide against it. That’s above my fucking pay grade.
“You gonna go and talk to Juliet with me?” I ask. “Viking is with her now. Hasn’t let her out of his sight with that second phone.”
“Hell yeah, I’m going,” he grunts. “I want this fuck dead, and I want to help make sure not a single fucking person in this clubhouse or affiliated with this club gets flagged or tagged as being involved,” Bullet mutters.
We walk into the bedroom where Juliet has been staying since we kidnapped her and brought her to the clubhouse. I’m a bit surprised to see Viking with his arm around her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“We interrupting something?” Bullet asks.
Viking snorts, then stands. He acts somewhat offended, but as I watch him, I know he was trying to get in there, not for any other reason than he likes to fuck different girls.
He likes them sweet, he likes them nasty, he likes them shy, and he likes them forward. He’s always got someone in town, a clubwhore, or someone like Juliet who will only be here for a short time before she’s gone and will never be seen again.
He’s in his element.
“Manny was his normal, terrible self. Although he was shocked to see me there. I told him I missed him and wanted to work on us.”
She extends the phone to me with the thumb drive balanced on the screen. I thank her and hand the thumb drive to Bullet so he can figure out what’s going on with that and what’s inside. I watch as he sets the computer on top of the chest of drawers, then opens it. I shift my attention to the phone.
“What’s the password?” I ask.
